You're probably wondering why I'm here and what I had to do to sit where I'm sitting right now.
It's really not that complicated.
First off, my roommate was an old man who had a very peculiar eye. It made me itch with the weirdest sensation. For an odd reason, the eye made me want to kill the poor old man. It all began to suspend after the first seven days.
It could just be the wind from outside.
Every night for seven nights, I crept into his room very still and quiet. It took me hours just to get my head through the door.
On the eighth night, I finally got to stuck my move. The old man had heard me in due to the fact that my actions were a bit sloppy that night.
I move closer and try not to make a sound. As I do so, the old man is shaking with fear. At this point he is trying to make things up in his head. Of course, I don't get scared because at this point I know I will get away with my master plan.
I started to hear a beating somewhere which made the whole process annoying and irritating. I knew it was coming from the old man and that worried me. I thought that the neighbors might hear since it seemed to beat super loud.